Page 21 of Sweet Surrender


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She surrendered to the passion he ignited in her with humiliating ease. Spreading her thighs wider, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet resting on the muscular curve of his ass. Shamelessly, she rubbed and rode the hard ridge of his cock, moaning at the delicious friction against her clit. Pleasure spiraled out from her sex, and she twisted restlessly under him. Tearing her mouth from his, she pressed the back of her head against the pillow and arched, rolling her hips, grunting at the bump of his cockhead and glide of his thick stalk over the engorged bundle of nerves.

God, it was so good. So fucking good.

Griffin levered himself up, his hands flattening the pillow on either side of her head. He stared down the length of their bodies to the place where his flesh speared through her slickened folds. Lust tautened the skin over his elegant features; it blazed in his eyes and the full, lush curves of his mouth seemed almost cruel in their carnality.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he whispered, his gaze flicking upwards to her face before returning to the apex of their bodies. “That’s it. Ride me, like a good girl.”

Her sex clenched at his rumbled words, sending a bolt of pure pleasure through her. Making her buck hard, grind against him with no thought but chasing the orgasm that loomed just out of reach. A sizzle took up place at the base of her spine, knotted her belly, pulsed in her clit. Just a couple more strokes…

She cried out as she broke, ecstasy cascading over her. She shook with the force of it, holding on to every throb before it began to ebb, leaving her quivering and still aching. Still craving…more.

“Goddamn, that was beautiful,” Griffin snarled, rolling over so her frame draped over his, her still spasming core riding his stomach. He shoved his fingers through her hair, gripping her skull and dragging her down for a furious tangle of tongues and lips. “You’ve gotten me all wet and dirty with your pussy,” he growled against her mouth with a stinging nip to her bottom lip. “Now get down there and clean it up.”

One hand remained in her hair, and the other dropped to her shoulder, pushing her down his big body. And she eagerly obeyed. Her just-satisfied sex rippled with renewed desire. She used to love going down on him. Having him fill her mouth with his dense, hard cock. Having him throb on her tongue and swallowing his cum, knowing she was responsible for rendering him as weak as a newborn. A shudder ripped through her as she glided down his torso, pausing briefly for a flick over both flat, small nipples, a not-so-gentle bite to the ridged plane of his abs and laps at indented vee of his hips.

Damn he was beautiful. The sloped, fat cap already leaking clear drops that mingled with the cream coating him from her pussy. The thick, veined stalk with its silky, thin skin. The heavy weight of his balls. He was a hedonistic work of art. Perfect for torment and pleasure. And he gave her both.

Fisting the broad base, she squeezed then stroked her fist up the intimidating length until the crown disappeared inside her fingers. His hips bucked, and he groaned. The first of many sounds she would drag out of him before he filled her mouth and throat with his cum. It’d been so long. And she was starving for him.

Lowering her head, she lapped at the fleshy tip, teasing the small slit before moving down to the column, treating it to long, lush licks. She tasted herself on him, and hummed, savoring the flavor of them together. With another purr of pleasure, she retraced her route, and for the first time in five years, opened her mouth over his cock and sucked him deep.

“Fuck. Your mouth.” He thrust both hands in her hair, cradling her head. “It’s so good. Nothing feels this good except that sweet pussy.” He traced a finger over her lips—lips stretched wide by his thick flesh. “So goddamn pretty spread wide by my cock. Suck it, baby.” His hips thrust forward, burying another inch inside her mouth. “Suck it like you missed this dick for the past five years.”

Moaning, she dropped her head over his thighs, and flattening her tongue, swallowed more of him.Suck it like you mean it. Only your pussy is hotter than this mouth. Fuck it, baby. Her nipples beaded, and her clit burned at the nasty demands. His cock shuttled back and forth into her, steadily aiming for the entrance to her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight suction that had him cursing and uttering dirtier and dirtier instructions.

Again, his hands gripped her skull, and he held her still while he fucked her face with alternating long, slow plunges and short, fast thrusts.

“Open wide for me, Hayden,” he rasped. Gliding over her tongue, he slipped his cockhead into her throat. Unaccustomed to the breach after so long, she gagged, the channel tightening, instinctively attempting to expel the intruding flesh. “Shh,” he soothed as he’d done earlier. He lowered a hand to her neck and massaged the front with the pad of his thumb. “Relax for me, baby. Relax, breathe through your nose, and let me in.”

Inhaling through her nose, she did as he advised, deliberately loosening the muscles in her throat. Allowing him inside her. A harsh groan filled the air, and his blunt fingertips pressed into her scalp.

“Fuck, that was good. Again. Just like that.” He withdrew a couple of inches before pressing forward, once more penetrating the narrow passage. And this time he did so effortlessly. She released his cock, digging her fingernails into his thighs as he took over, using her mouth for his pleasure.

And she loved every second of it.

Stroke after stroke, he filled her, claimed her. His flesh swelled and his thrusts quickened, grew fiercer. His choppy breath and almost raw grunts punctuated the air. Excitement and lust surged within her, beading her nipples, tickling her belly and pooling in liquid heat in her pussy. She did this to him—to this gorgeous, male, so powerful animal. Made him lose control. Made him grip her as if she were the only thing anchoring him to this world—to his sanity.

With one last growl, he trapped her head between his palms, holding her steady, and pumped stream after stream into her waiting, open mouth. She hurriedly swallowed every jet of cum, gratefully receiving the evidence of her effect on him. Salty, musky. And so damn delicious. She craved it all.

“Damn it,” he whispered, his slightly trembling hands stroking her hair, pushing it out of her face. She lapped at his spent cock, staring up his concave stomach, past his still heaving chest until she met his bright, burning gaze. He grazed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, and when she placed a kiss on his inner thigh, a fine shudder passed over him. “Come here,” he ordered, his rough voice brooking no argument.

She crawled up his body, straddled him. Cupping the nape of her neck, he wrenched her down, and his mouth captured hers. Wet, feverish, needy. If he tasted himself on her tongue, it didn’t turn him off. Instead, he angled his head and drove deeper, demanding she give him more. And she did. In this moment, drugged by his touch, his taste, his scent, she would give him everything.

Griffin trailed his fingers over her shoulder, followed the path of her spine, and hovered at the base. After a small pause, he continued, feathering a tantalizing, provocative caress down the divide of her ass. Dark lightning lanced her, striking her pussy, and she couldn’t smother her whimper.

“No one’s had your ass, have they, Hayden?” He pressed a fingertip to her hole, not entering, just teasing her with the threat of it. She stiffened, anticipation and feminine anxiety swirling and clenching her belly. “The man you were with, did you let him touch you here? Fuck you?”

She shook her head. He’d introduced her to the taboo, dirty pleasure. Had made her long for it. Dream about it. She couldn’t stomach another man sinking his cock into her ass, stretching her, burning her.

“I want your ass, Hayden. Will you give it to me?” He dipped his hand lower, coated his fingers in her cream then returned to her ass, circling the hole, lubricating it with her own moisture. “Say yes, baby,” he murmured.

“Yes.” Then gasped as his finger probed and breached the tight circle. Fire raced through her, stealing her breath at the flash of pain. She shut her eyes, breathing past it, as he’d taught her so long ago, pushing back on his finger, relaxing. And soon the pain ebbed, leaving a breath-stealing pressure and aching need that ratcheted her desire past all coherent thought.

His touch disappeared, and she uttered a small, greedy noise of protest. But the sound segued into another moan when he returned, pressing two fingers inside her, stretching her. The pain returned, but mingled with the pleasure, creating a bite that had her pussy streaming, her walls spasming as if screaming for what her ass was getting.

She dropped her head back on her shoulders, arching her back, crying out. Oh God. How could she have gone five years without this ecstasy, this soul-destroying ecstasy?

Griffin grabbed her by the waist, and with a fluent roll, settled her underneath him. And buried his cock deep in her pussy. Unlike the first time, he slid inside her more easily, driving balls deep in one thrust. He withdrew and slammed back inside, a man possessed. Her sex clutched at him, and she clawed at his arms, shoulders, scrambling to find purchase in the erotic storm he’d created. Pleasure careened through her, and she hiked her legs higher, spread them wider, offering all of her pussy up to him. Sucking him had been foreplay, and she was so wet for him, so hot for him, she wheeled toward orgasm fast, spinning out of control.